Chapter 1296

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Protagonist:

Xu Zhangqing

Xu Zhangqing hears this, and not only does he not breathe a sigh of relief, his heart instead tightens.

He knows, this reason holds water for others.

But for the Dao Venerable before him who commands the River of Time and can alter cause and effect with a thought, letting a disciple pass their tribulation smoothly has absolutely no difficulty, yet he specifically agreed.

Then there is only one explanation.

The other party long ago foresaw that he would choose Qinglong Star.

Otherwise, he would not have laid out this option from the very beginning.

To put it bluntly, he fundamentally does not care where Xu Zhangqing goes, only when he goes.

At this moment, the Great Dao Venerable raises a hand and lightly taps the void; a mark flowing with an amber halo appears at his fingertip: "Within this mark, I have sealed a strand of Time Reversal Mark power.

Once you encounter a mishap during your tribulation crossing, it will automatically reverse you to the state before injury.

You must put it away properly!"

Xu Zhangqing receives it with both hands, then performs a bow: "Thank you, Master!"

This mark is only the size of a fingernail, its entire body semi-transparent.

Inside it, a strand of Time Reversal Mark power is sealed.

Even without using it, the surrounding air and space are slightly twisting.

As if time itself has formed a cycle within this square inch.

He waits for a while, seeing the Great Dao Venerable speak no more, only then turns and walks outside.

When he walks out of the great hall, his footsteps pause for a moment.

Looking out, above his head is the familiar starry sky of the Beidou Star Domain, beneath his feet is the golden faith earth of Tian Shu Xing.

Six thousand years.

Finally there is a chance to leave the Beidou Xianfu far behind.

This time, Xu Zhangqing does not return to the Bamboo Hut.

He does not even glance once more in the direction of Yu Heng Xing.

He merely urges his Escape Light and soars from the ground, streaking toward the Four Directions Star Domain.

What space folding, shrinking the earth to an inch, etc., at this moment are all meaningless.

No matter how fast or far he runs, isn't Master's one word enough to make him come back?

Therefore, better to go a bit slower, appreciate the scenery along the way.

Even if Master suddenly regrets it, at least he has seen the outside, and his heart is satisfied.

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The flickering of stars is like lanterns that will never go out.

Occasionally a few wandering meteors drift by, dragging extremely thin trails of stardust.

Speaking of it, Xu Zhangqing has only been to the Four Directions Star Domain once.

That time, it was because the Universe Tide erupted, and he passed by temporarily.

In the several thousand years since, the vast majority of time was spent on Yu Heng Xing.

Back then, Frost Sister, Linglong, Black Cat Chi Ye, and Zhang Zaizhi were by his side.

Now, only Xu Zhangqing alone remains.

Frost Sister died.

Zhang Zaizhi also died.

Linglong is in the Gui Xu Dragon Tomb.

Black Cat Chi Ye is in the Gui Xu Dragon Tomb keeping her company.

"What is that?"

Suddenly, Xu Zhangqing freezes for a moment.

In the distant void, countless light threads are flowing.

Looking from afar, it resembles a seven-colored sea of light, appearing quite dreamlike.

Such a scene, Xu Zhangqing has never seen before, therefore he is slightly alert.

Fortunately, although these things look strange, that is all.

Before long, they flow toward the other side of the star domain.

After this small interlude, on Xu Zhangqing's road to the Four Directions Star Domain, no further accidents occur.

The way is unimpeded throughout.

When he passes through a meteor belt, the view ahead suddenly opens up.

Ahead, the four star continents of the Four Directions Star Domain are like four gems of different colors, quietly suspended in the void.

White Tiger West Land, crisp and biting like a frost blade.

Vermilion Bird South Land, like burning evening clouds.

Xuanwu North Land, suffused with deep blue light.

At the very center, Qinglong East Land, a vast blue-green planet.

The entire Qinglong Star was enveloped by a layer of Wood-element laws, the Wood Origin condensed into reality.

Xu Changqing looked down from the high sky; Qinglong Donglu was covered with endless primitive forests and neatly uniform Spirit Fields, rivers and lakes winding and crisscrossing like ribbons.

It looked not much different from memory.

He was just preparing to find a place to descend when he suddenly remembered something.

When he first came to Qinglong Donglu back then, he had a minor episode at the Lingzhi Auction House House here, and because of that obtained quite a few rare seeds.

Those seeds later propagated generation after generation on Yu Heng Star, becoming the most important mother plants in the Star Spirit Grass.

If memory serves, he still had a VIP Token bestowed by the Auction House in his possession.

Moreover, it was personally delivered into his hands by that Chief Steward at the time.

It was said that whoever held this token, no matter when they returned, the Auction House would receive them with the highest courtesy.

Now thousands of years have passed; who knows what the Auction House has become.

Therefore, after thinking it over, Xu Changqing simply flew toward Xinggang.

The entire Xinggang was a single ten-thousand-year Ancient Tree that covered the sky and blocked the sun.

The Lingzhi Auction House House was on the main street directly beneath the Ancient Tree.

The location was exactly the same as thousands of years ago, but the storefront had been renovated.

The outer walls were covered in a kind of small blue flower.

The signboard above the main gate had been replaced with a new one.

Xu Changqing descended his escape light, just preparing to walk inside.

The guards at the gate were two young cultivators at Foundation Establishment Stage.

They wore uniform cyan Daoist robes, with the Auction House's current tokens hanging at their waists.

One of them stepped forward to block him: "Dao Friend, this time slot is for the inner auction; only VIPs may enter!"

Xu Changqing heard this and took out his own token.

The token's material was Qinghun Wood, unique to Qinglong Star.

The front bore an engraved relief pattern; the back carried the Auction House's emblem and VIP number.

Thousands of years later, the token's surface luster had dimmed somewhat, but overall it was perfectly preserved.

After all, Xu Changqing had never used it.

The guard took the token and examined it over and over several times, his brow furrowing tighter.

He passed the token to his companion beside him; the two lowered their heads and muttered a few words, then both looked up at Xu Changqing, their gazes now carrying a few degrees of scrutiny.

"This Dao Friend!"

The left guard's tone was still fairly polite, but the token in his hand was not returned: "Your token resembles our current VIP tokens somewhat, however the patterns and seal impressions are both not quite the same.

We cannot verify its authenticity; we need to consult the Chief Steward before allowing passage.

Please wait a moment!"

Xu Changqing nodded: "Good!"

He could understand; after all, this token was an old version from thousands of years ago.

Now the Auction House has new people; not recognizing it is also within reason.

The guard turned and went inside, leaving the other guard standing in place.

This commotion naturally attracted the attention of surrounding cultivators.

"Don't block the way!"

At this moment, a middle-aged cultivator in a brocade robe approached.

This person was not simple; behind him followed two Golden Core Stage Supreme Elders.

He sized Xu Changqing up and down, and seeing he was dressed like a spirit farmer, immediately let out a cold snort from his nose: "With your poor sour look, you also want to sneak into the Auction House?"

These words drew laughter from quite a few people.

A female cultivator with a high topknot, holding a folding fan to lightly cover her mouth corner, added in a sarcastic tone: "Who knows where he picked up an old token, treating it like a treasure to prop up his front!"

Another young cultivator poked his head out from the crowd, grinning: "Maybe he just came to the Auction House gate to see the world; when he goes back home it'll count as bragging capital too!"